Chissa -76- Chissa,
perhaps anchio like the sea I had the life in that colorful moment
dazzurro, and like its waves desire to live it happy, with next one woman,
that, like the sand, I could caress in continuation. And in quellatmosfera
of flood liberta, I breathed nellaria that characteristic scent of the
saltiness, and I felt, cosi, your scent of the skin, that it grazed my
face, melancholic and confused, to the sight of that sunset, that it made
to pass me for the head the sad thought, that a day, anchio, like that sun
of that evening, I would be tramontato, disappearing allorizzonte.